Quotes About Ephemeral

I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps "Oh look at that!" Then- whoosh, and I'm gone...and they'll never see anything like it ever again... and they won't be able to forget me- ever.

Time is more value than money. You can get more money, but you cannot get more time.

Castles made of sand fall in the sea eventually.

The story of life is quicker than the wink of an eye, the story of love is hello and goodbye...until we meet again

And so castles made of sand slips into the sea, eventually.

Even castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually.

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Nothing mortal can last. At best it can leave legends that can bear fruit in later ages.

Ah, como passam as coisas deste mundo, nada do que se contrói é perene, nada do que se faz é bem lembrado além de seu tempinho, nada fica como está, nunca se volta, nunca se volta.

Ah, como passas as coisas deste mundo, nada do que se constrói é perene, nada do que se faz é bem lembrado além de seu tempinho, nada fica como está, nunca se volta, nunca se volta.?

Her smile was like a swift light passing across a darkened room. ("Hair")

But one thing I do know: life and time are ghosted creatures for us all. They belong to us - and are not ours at the same time.

Life changes in the instant. The ordinary instant.

The days are like deer leaping into the forest...they go so fast.

But even a day out of heaven has to end.

What it love, you ask. Dear child, love is like the light and there are two kinds, the bursting fireworks of the moment and the solid, fixed stars that sometimes become obscured in the heavens, but are always there, year after year, for a lifetime. You must experience the first in order to appreciate the second.

This landscape is animate: it moves, transposes, builds, proceeds, shifts, always going on, never coming back, and one can only retain it in vignettes, impressions caught in a flash, flipped through in succession, leaving a richness of images imprinted on a sunburned retina.

I wish I could sit here for eons and watch as these sandstone walls crumble, grain by grain and fall to floor this dry wash, become rearranged by water and wind, compressed to other cliffs, excavated into other canyons, and feel the wind all the same. The rock changes, the channel changes, the wind just carries air from one place to another, more constant than the rock. The rock is ephemeral, the wind, eternal.

There are Four of Us I have turned aside from everything, from the whole earthly store. The spirit and guardian of this place is an old tree-stump in water. We are brief guests of the earth, as it were, and life is a habit we put on. On paths of air I seem to overhear two friendly voices, talking in turn. Did I say two?...There by the east wall's tangle of raspberry, is a branch of elder, dark and fresh. Why! It's a letter from Marina. November 1962 (in delirium)

When a small child, I thought that success spelled happiness. I was wrong, happiness is like a butterfly which appears and delights us for one brief moment, but soon flits away.

This is why you can with pleasure come back and back and back to a landscape; it is never the same. It is at the same time unchanging and ephemeral, timeless yet particular.

E-mails are letters, after all, more lasting than phone calls, even if many of them r 2 cursory 4 u.

we disappear. It happens to me frequently. You disappear? Yes and then come back. Moments of death I call them.

It happens to me frequently. You disappear? Yes and then come back. Moments of death I call them.